You know what the best part of any romantic relationship is? The moment before the first kiss. When you know you want to, but are so deliciously nervous and unsure about your reception. When you stop trying to figure out whether to go left or right, lean in or tempt the other person to, say something or just look it, eyes open or closed. When you lose the battle with your mind trying to decide whether to move forward and take the risk, or stand your ground in fear of screwing it up. When you look at them and see everything you are feeling, every hope, every doubt, mirrored there.

That moment holds the promise of something so beautiful and precious that reality can never live up to it.

Am I commitment-phobic if I’m scared that I will never have a first kiss again?